"Something about me? Flattering, really." He pursed his lips thoughtfully, rolling his eyes in thought. "But how are you gonna know I'm, uh, telling the truth? I mean, I could lie and you'd never know, would you?"

He leaned against the countertop, across from her, smiling blandly in her face. "I'm thirty... six, I think. Give or take a year." And wasn't that true enough? He didn't keep count, but it was close. Probably.